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"Eggs!" he muttered. "Real eggs! Now who under the sun can have
moved into Redtail's old house? And what can they mean by laying
eggs before Mistress Spring has even sent word that she has started?
It's too much for me. It certainly is too much for me."



CHAPTER III: Blacky Finds Out Who Owns The Eggs

Two big white eggs in a tumbledown nest, and snow and ice
everywhere! Did ever anybody hear of such a thing before?

"Wouldn't believe it, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes,"
muttered Blacky the Crow. "Have to believe them. If I can't believe
them, it's of no use to try to believe anything in this world. As
sure as I sit here, that old nest has two eggs in it. Whoever laid
them must be crazy to start housekeeping at this time of year. I
must find out whose eggs they are and then --"

Blacky didn't finish, but there was a hungry look in his eyes that
would have told any who saw it, had there been any to see it, that
he had a use for those eggs. But there was none to see it, and he
took the greatest care that there should be none to see him when he
once again started for a certain lonesome corner of the Green
Forest.

"First I'll make sure that the eggs are still there, " thought he,
and flew high above the tree tops, so that as he passed over the
tree in which was the old nest of Red-tail the Hawk, he might look
down into it. To have seen him, you would never have guessed that he
was looking for anything in particular. He seemed to be just flying
over on his way to some distant place. If the eggs were still there,
he meant to come back and hide in the top of a near-by pine-tree to
watch until he was sure that he might safely steal those eggs, or to
find out whose they were.

Blacky's heart beat fast with excitement as he drew near that old
tumble-down nest. Would those two big white eggs be there? Perhaps
there would be three! The very thought made him flap his wings a
little faster. A few more wing strokes and he would be right over
the tree. How he did hope to see those eggs! He could almost see
into the nest now. One stroke! Two strokes! Three strokes! Blacky
bit his tongue to keep from giving a sharp caw of disappointment and
surprise.

There were no eggs to be seen. No, Sir, there wasn't a sign of eggs
in that old nest. There wasn't because -- why, do you think? There
wasn't because Blacky looked straight down on a great mass of
feathers which quite covered them from sight, and he didn't have to